Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.